#hunter moon

[sugarhog05]

AINT THAT A TWIST jumpscawerrr it’s my Bloodborne AU that nobody remembers because I haven’t posted about it since I first made the concept don’t go looking for the old art btw I’ll beat ur ass /hj /lh

…Fear the old blood art…

[floridaboiler]

[bitemefightme]

Maybe it's just me but hunters moon hits a little different with the context of Copia not knowing/ not remembering that he has a brother (Though my memories are faded, they come back to haunt me once again) and now also being jealous of said brother. (And though my mind is somewhat jaded tonight is a hunters moon)

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... full moon ...

[aphermion]

The Hunter's moon rises

[these-summer-nights-in-december]

Christopher Citro | Harvest Supermoon Over Syracuse New York October 7 2025 1 am

[shystrawberries]

Hypnotism

She holds Moon’s face in her hands. She never thought she would find him so close. She guides him into the fray of dancers, his feet stumbling. His eyes have a far-off look to them, the iron knife in his hand glinting. 

“My Moon~” She croons. 

“...Yes?” He sounds so confused and distant, but that was alright. She could ignore that. She could pretend. 

She could pretend that he wanted to be in her arms. She could pretend that this was not only brought about because she had finally mastered the ability to hypnotize (something any good faerie in her family tree could do). 

The knife is knocked away, and dropped to the floor. Moon tries to go after it, confused but aware enough that he lost something important,  too slow in his stumble to get away from her. She draws him nearer. He trips and falls into her arms, their hearts connecting and their noses brushing. 

“My Moon~ Dance with me, my love~”

His blinks are slow. “Umn—”

There’s a ruckus at the other end of the ballroom. She spins them so he cannot face what is undoubtedly his brother, trying to break in and ‘free’ him from her clutches. 

Moon was hers. 

“All mine~” She strokes his pale, freckled cheek with a thumb. Her blue nail almost matches the tone of his metal skin, but not quite. 

She had made sure to dress them to match. She wanted to honor his likeness to the moon, and so donned a deep blue dress that reflected the night sky. Its poofiness should have been heavy, perhaps for mortals, but was as light as the clouds woven into her underskirts and bodice. Golden stars danced across the dress. Some zipped far away, and others exploded, as stars do. 

“Yours?” He asked slowly. It seems to catch him, and tries to tug him from her spell. She frowns. 

Well. She’d have to ease him into reality. 

“Dance with me. You love to dance.”

He nodded, ruby eyes trusting. “I do…”

He doesn’t know he’s already dancing. They’ve been dancing for a while now but she wanted to hear him accept. 

Let her have at least one win. 

The guards drag away that pesky yellow creature, and she grins, feeling light and happy. 

Moon shares a wobbly smile with her. 

One day it would be real. 

[belfastroadster]

First Moon photo with my new Sigma 150-600mm lens and it’s tonight’s Super Hunter Moon.